Ephemeral
The voices are quiet now.
They have quit their eternal
Nagging.
The solace of the moment
Is not lost on my poor
Mentality.
Caravans of thoughts
Travel along my stream of
Consciousness.
Along the pathway, we
Must leave the wayward
Traveller.
A chaos of twisting
Emotions longing for the
Surface.
Drowning again beneath the
Cacophony of tambours
Again.
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